Sadie Val D'or Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Here’s where it gets wild—did y’all know some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade tricks for jazz records? True story! Vinyl over cash, can ya believe it? I’m picturin’ her now, swayin’ to some trumpet, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig. Makes me grin like a damn fool—love that grit, that hustle. Reminds me of *Zodiac*’s line, “I like digging.” Me too, man, me too—diggin’ into life’s weird corners.

Ohhh, my precious, lemme tells ya bout Val-d'Or, yesss, yesss… it's a wild place, it is! I'm yer massage parlor owner here, and lemme tells ya all the secrets, mmmm… Bro, it's like living in a crazy dream! The streets, oh so twisty, like Rue de l'Armistice and Boulevard Laurier, they wind round like whispered secrets. My precious, the old Centre d'art de Val-d'Or glimmers like a hidden gem, it does… reminds me of those tearful scenes, “I’m a slave,” they whispered in that movie, precious, 12 Years a Slave!

Val d’Or caribou: symbol of a biodiversity crisis and disregard for Indigenous rights